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majora-x · 5 months

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My fantasy

Cod fantasy au x fem! Reader

Pt 1

(I describe reader as chubby!!! If that doesn't apply to you, sorry idk what to say pretend that it says smt else)

Mentions or contains 18+ content! Read at your own risk!!!

One of my ocs is in this story!! She's a very minor character tho, I figured I should mention her tho bc I know some people don't like ocs. (My writing sucks btw)

A peaceful, quiet day. Calm, warm, rays of golden sunlight peeking through the clouds. In a small clear pond, you and a few other naked nymphs were playing in the water, splashing each other and giggling and squealing. Unbeknownst to your little group of nymphs, you had an audience. A goliath by the name of Ghost- or Simon, as his closest friends call him- was standing in the trees, his eyes glued to you. Only you. Your soft body, the way you were full in all the right places, the way your smile lit up the entire pond. He needed you. He had to have you. He groaned softly, feeling his pants tightening. Images of you flooded his mind, and he had to tear himself away from the scene before you noticed his presence.... but you already had.

"Stalkin' innocent little nymphs, huh?"

A hissing voice came from the trees above him. The goliath freezes. suddenly, a creature drops down, hanging upside down in front of him. "Keep your distance." Oh. It's just Haven. She grins, baring her fangs. Her floating hands wrap around Ghosts face, the twisted and uncomfortable-looking expression with hollow eyes staring into his soul. "Uh- sure thing." Ghost grumbles, pushing her hands away and making his way back to the small camp he'd set up.

Haven drops down and follows him, grinning up at him. "You like one of em. Which one? Describe 'er." Haven pesters, smiling. Ghost again dismisses her, grumbling and nudging her away. "Lea'me alone. Don't wanna talk about it." He says bluntly. Haven giggles and squeals. "Which one!! Which one!! Tell meeee!!" She jumps up and down, her 3rd eye opened wide... God, Ghost hated that. Her eye... it was so... unnerving. He didn't know what about it was so disturbing but he didn't really care. "... The... The one. The one with the (length, color) hair and the... You know." He growls, waving his hand and stomping into his camp. He sits by the pile of ash that was once a nice, cozy fire, sighing. Haven huffs, throwing a stick at him. "What's her name!!!" She near-screams. You heard her, and, knowing your curious nature, decided to go check it out. You told your friends you were gonna be right back and scurried off into the woods, in the direction of the scream. You hid behind a bush and watched the scene unfold.

"... s'not your business. Lea'me alone, Haven." Ghost raises his voice lightly. "It is to my business!!! Which one?? You're gonna make me have an aneurysm and fucking die!!!" Haven shouts. You giggle quietly and haven whips her head around, hearing you. "Ghost- SHUT THE FUCK UP GHOST!!"

"... I didn't even say anythi-"

"I said shut THE FUCK UP YOU FA-"

"Dont talk to me like that."

"Yes, sir. Anyways, listen." You sit curled up on the ground, too scared to make a sound. You fall backward and a twig snaps, of course, which causes Ghost to pounce into action. He stands up and reaches behind the bush, grabbing you and pulling you out.

"Caught you, you fuckin gobli- oh... O-oh- I'm so sorry ma'am i-" He drops you and you fall to the ground, looking up at him with an adorable, angry pout. "What's your problem?? First you're watching me and my friends and now you practically throw me?! What's your deal!!" You shout, your fists balled. He found it hard to take you seriously... especially since you were standing there, naked and yelling at him with that stupid cute face. He clears his throat and haven smirks, climbing up Ghosts body and clinging onto his arm like a raccoon. "Hi sorry about him!!!! Anyways this is Ghost and I'm Haven and you see Ghost actually has a huge crush on you and he was stalking you and he got a huge fucking boner and the-" Haven gets cut off as Ghost throws her into a tree and she vanishes into a cloud of purple dust. You're left alone with him... This goliath and a tiny nymph (I'm sorry to all my tall girlies). You knew you didn't stand a chance, but he was a dirty sleazy perv!! Stalking you and your friends!!

"Come on!!! Say something!!" You pout, putting your hands on your hips and staring up at him expectantly. He sighs, shaking his head and grabbing you, slinging you over his shoulder. "Can't talk to you while you're naked. Put somethin' on." He throws you into his makeshift tent and throws some warm animal skin over you, tying it around you so you're decently covered. You huff, standing up. "This is itchy!! I'm not used to- urgh!! You're lucky you're so big and- and strong- and hot- or else I would've beat your ass!!!" You shout, pouting and swatting him. He's stunned. "Sorry- what did you just say about me??" He furrows his eyebrows. You could barely tell what his expression was because of the weird animal skull he was wearing. "... Nothing. Don't worry about it." You say, grumbling and crossing your arms, trying to take off the bulky animal skin he loosely tied around you. "No. No, tell me what you said." He insists, and you huff, running away, taking the form of a lizard and climbing up a tree. He runs after you, trying to grab you, but you're too fast. You giggle, running back to your pond with your friends and taking your normal form. They see you and smile, giggling and grabbing you and pulling you back into the water. He grunts, listening to you tell them about what happened.

He sighs and shrinks back into his tent, unzipping his pants with shaky hands, sighing in relief once his aching cock was free. He groans, images of you, naked and pouting up at him, flooded his mind. He wraps a hand around the base of his giant shaft, slowly moving his hand up and down. His hand was rough and calloused- he has a hard time imagining it was your hand in place of his. The brief moments he got to touch you, he savors, remembering the soft feeling of your skin. You were so sweet, so perfect... he barely even registered that he was cumming before he let out a guttural moan of pleasure, clasping a hand over his mouth as he cumsall over his stomach. He hoped you didn't hear him... But you did. You laughed softly, continuing to play around with all your friends.

I sincerely apologize for this. It hurt to write, sorry if it's bad I was kinda cringing during this💔

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that-soccer-guru · 3 years

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I'm... Gonna have a conniption here

"how pretty is my girl"

"I'm going to pretend it wasn't me who uploaded this story"

IS THIS ACTUALLY Y'ALL CONFIRMING THIS OR ARE WE JUST PLAYING WITH MY FEELINGS AGAIN???

FYI for all of you uninformed about not USA woso, lemme introduce you to Deyna and Leicy. Amazing players and great at GIVING ME GAY CRISES EVERYTIME THEY POST SOMETHING.

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tlcwrites · 3 years

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Two Hearts Make a Whole

Prompt: “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” Photo prompt below.

Summary: NYC Pride is for celebration, and occasionally, long-overdue revelations.

Word Count: 2,001

Tags/Content warnings: Marvel. Stucky. If you have a problem with it, there's the door. SFW. Slight TFATWS spoilers so read at your own risk. Platonic Reader. Two idiots in love. Technically canon-divergent because I'm still in my everyone-is-alive-and-in-this-timeline happy place that I will never ever leave fuck you very much Russo brothers but not AU. Found family. All the feels. Complete and total LGBTQ+ support. Lots of bad language words because #me. Un-beta'd.

Author’s Note: Okay so yes this is technically 4 weeks late for @autumnleaves1991-blog's Writer Wednesday weekly challenge. BUT, it was incredibly important to me to finish this one before Pride month is over. Made it by the skin of my teeth.

Happy Pride, y’all. If you’re out, you’re amazing. If you’re closeted, you’re amazing. However you identify is valid and important. Trans folx are LGBTQ+. Bisexuals are LGBTQ+. Ace folx are LGBTQ+. Anyone who identifies or thinks they may be as queer is LGBTQ+. All are welcome in the family. You have the right to choose your pronouns and we have the responsibility to use them. Live whatever your truth looks like to you and love each other. Love is love is love is love. If your family doesn’t accept you for you, I’m your mom now and I’ve got mom hugs available on demand. Homophobes and TERFS can fuck off and roll in poison ivy. Always punch Nazis. Pride shouldn't be limited to the month of June. And don’t you dare forget that Black and Brown trans women were the ones who rioted at Stonewall, and we owe everything to their bravery. Don’t forget that much of popular ‘gay’ culture was appropriated from Black women. And for more facts about Pride that you should absolutely know, Rawiyah Tariq (@ mammyisdead on Instagram) has a phenomenally good overview.

“Oh my god.” You gasp loudly. "Oh my GOD. Is that-"

“What?!” Instantly in First Avenger Protective Mode™️, Steve surveys the crowd, wishing he had an actual shield instead of the screen printed one on his shirt. “What is it?”

You gasp again, smacking Sam’s arm repeatedly. “OHMYGOD IT IS HOLY FUCK.”

“First; ow.” Now-Cap rubs his bicep. “Second; clue in the class before Steve has an aneurysm, please.”

Vibrating with excitement doesn’t begin to describe your current state. “HER ROYAL HIGHNESS MISS LEMON MERINGUE IS STANDING RIGHT FUCKING THERE.”

With the finesse of a shampoo commercial, Bucky's dark locks fly as he whips around. “What?!”

“RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE.” You abandon a relieved Sam and latch on to Bucky’s vibranium arm. “Oh my GOD I love her so fucking much.”

“She was robbed, absolutely fucking robbed,” he agrees, craning his neck to get a better view. “Divine Tension’s lip sync was shameful.”

Sam glances at Steve, who is slowly coming out of protector mode. “What the ever-loving hell are they talking about?”

“RuPaul’s Drag Race.” Nat flicks more confetti at both Cap-the-former and Cap-the-current. “They watch it every week.”

“Really, Steven, for a guy with enhanced super senses, you miss a lot.” Tony hefts a bedazzled Morgan higher on his back. The toddler, accompanied by Scott playing air-piano on the ground, sings along with the ABBA song being blasted at full volume through the street. Tony continues as if this is an everyday occurrence. “Why do you think both of your People disappear every Friday evening?”

Ears pink, Steve mumbles something.

“What?!” The only other one with hearing enhanced enough to hear a murmur over the cacophony of several thousand people belting out the chorus of ‘Dancing Queen’ at the top of their lungs, Bucky turns to stare at his friend. “You thought we were datin’?”

Steve’s blush extends down his neck.

You and Bucky stare at each other for a moment before you both collapse on each other, exploding into stomach clenching, thigh slapping laughter.

“I’m gonna guess that’s a ‘no’?” Clint confirms with Nat.

“Oh, a big ‘no’.” She watches affectionately as you and Bucky calm down enough to look at each other, breathe for a second, and both promptly dissolve into hysterics once more. “Like, the biggest ‘no’.”

Sam crossed his arms across his chest, his stoic stance so reminiscent of Steve it’s amusing (as well as a beautiful disparity to the sequined crop top he’s sporting. Oof, those abs.). “How do I not know about this?”

“Because you’re not a former super spy?” The usually-Black-but-today-Rainbow Widow tosses the last of her confetti at Tony, who spins a jubilant Morgan into it. “Or because you and that leggy barista from the lobby coffee shop are too busy playing hide-the-“

“-Baby Shark!” Morgan suddenly shrieks, flailing towards a guy on roller blades wearing a fin and tail (and not much else).

“Yeah,” Nat finishes with a smirk, “Hide-the-Baby Shark.”

Sam flips her a gesture that makes Clint laugh and Bruce sigh.

You and Bucky have finally managed to pull yourselves together. “Oh my god, Steven Grant,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes. “That’s the funniest fucking shit I’ve ever fucking heard.”

“Language!”

Steve glares at Tony. “One. Time. It was one. Time.”

Bucky slings his flesh arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Oh, punk. You may have perfect vision now, but sometimes you’re still as blind as you were before.”

Visiortn himself nods sagely. “Humans can be quite unperceptive when it comes to matters of the heart.” Vision casts a fond smile at Wanda, who is using her powers to make Pietro’s tinsel wig fly on and off. “Sometimes you have to look harder to see what’s right in front of your nose.”

A confused frown on that handsome face, Captain Clueless looks at Bucky. “Why do I feel like everyone else knows something that I don’t?”

His bestie sighs deeply. “Because, Stevie, almost everyone else on this planet knows that my tastes tend towards tall, blonde, blue-eyed knuckleheads who have zero sense of self-preservation.”

“And an ass you could bounce a quarter off of,” Scott helpfully supplies.

“And that,” Bucky agrees.

Steve frowns.

You press your palms to your eyes in vexation. “You, Steve. He’s talking about you.” (Seriously, how has this idiot survived for over a century while being so dumb?)

Whatever he was expecting, it was certainly not that. “He-“ The Man With A Plan gapes as he turns to his oldest friend. “You-“

“Me,” Bucky says gently.

Even though you’re slightly surprised that Bucky is going to do this in such a public forum, you can’t help but be so proud of your friend. It has taken a long time for Bucky to believe he deserves to be happy. There are days he still sinks into that dark place, where his inner demons whisper that he should have fought harder against his Hydra captors, and that his past actions were still somehow his fault. Those are the days no amount of baking or Modern Marvels will bring him out of his funk. You, Steve, Sam, and Nat have all held those strong shoulders as they shook with sobs, overwhelmed by the shame and horror at what his hands had done without his consent.

But he’s here. He’s free. And he’s smiling nervously at his best friend.

“I-” Steve is short-circuiting. “Me?!”

“Stevie.” With the kind of tender patience that can only be born of a lifetime of keeping (or attempting to keep) an idiot such as one Steven Grant Rogers from flinging himself headlong into every fight he comes across, Bucky moves his flesh hand to the back of Steve’s neck. His face is full of such soft affection that you almost want to look away for fear of intruding on this suddenly intimate moment. “What do you think ‘til the end of the line’ means, you idiot? You’ve been it for me since I was thirteen-years-old.”

Blue eyes are locked with blue eyes as Steve processes this revelation. “I-” He shakes his head as if to declutter his thoughts. “This whole time?”

“Since the first time I saw that asshole knock you down, and your scrawny ass climbed right back up.” A wry chuckle escapes as Bucky reminices. “You were ninety pounds soaking wet, and you stood there, against a guy who was three times your size, and never waivered for a second. It was magnificent.”

“I don’t like bullies,” is Steve’s quiet response.

Bucky’s grin is adoring. “I know, sweetheart.” He gently strokes the back of Steve’s neck with his thumb. “You’ve always had a heart way bigger than your brain.”

Steve is still back on the first part of Bucky’s admission. “If you’ve felt- if you-” He’s practically pleading. “Why didn’t you say anything then?”

Bucky shrugs, attempting and failing nonchalance. “It was a different time, you know?” He’s uncharacteristically unsure of himself, the subtle waiver in his voice revealing the anxiety born of a lifetime of being forced to hide his truth. “I mean, you remember how it was; you didn’t talk about, no one talked about- about being- about people like...” He swallows thickly. “And I was so scared you didn’t, that you weren’t-” His voice breaks.

Even though you’ve all been emotionally invested in this love story for years, the entire team respectfully pretends not to listen as the former Winter Soldier quietly admits his deepest secret to his closest friend. It’s enraging as Bucky confesses yet another way he's been a victim of his circumstances, and denied his right to live freely without derision. Once more, you’re awed by his resilience.

“-it was a risk I couldn’t take,” Bucky finally gets out, that stubborn fire back in his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you, Steve. I couldn’t chance it. I could live with just being your friend and only your friend so long it meant you were in my life.”

Stunned silence meets the end of his confession. Steve’s face is impassive, those cerulean eyes uncharacteristically inscrutable.

You can all tell Bucky is heading steadily towards dread and heartbreak the longer Steve takes to respond. You and Sam exchange a look, both ready to intervene if Steve demonstrates any of the abhorrent attitudes that were so prevalent in the society of his youth. It would be completely out of character for him, but...

Finally, Steve speaks. “You’re telling me,” he says, his words slow and deliberate, “that you made me wait ninety-three years to tell me you’ve felt the same way about me as I have about you since the day you picked me up out of that alley?!”

The whole found family breaths a collective sigh of relief as Steve pulls Bucky even closer, broad chest to broad chest.

“Okay, to be fair, you were an ice cube for most of that time and I wasn’t exactly available for a relationship.” Bucky’s grin stands in contradiction to his mullish defense. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.” There’s the Bucky you all know and love, biting his lip with those perfect white teeth. “Now, punk, I’d really like to kiss you now, but first I need you to say you want me to.”

“You-” Steve’s throat works as he attempts- and fails- to rein in his emotions. “You jerk.”

And then the Star Spangled Man seizes the president of the Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club by his ridiculously perfect face and crashes their mouths together.

At any Pride event, seeing two men kissing is, obviously, to be expected. But seeing The First Avenger and The White Wolf attempting to swallow each other’s tongues is not at all routine. As people realize what is happening, the crowd is whipped into a frenzy the likes of which is usually reserved for the aftermath of sporting events and elections that defeat fascists.

Watching the two men embrace, Scott sniffles loudly. “I’m gonna cry, I’m so happy.”

He’s certainly not the only one. Wanda has a watery smile as she wraps her arms around Vision and Pietro; Pepper, Tony, and Bruce are watching with fond parental energy; you and Sam sandwich Peter between the two of you, grins practically splitting your faces. Even Nat’s eyes look suspiciously shiny and she and Clint sling their arms around each other with platonic affection. And that’s not counting the several thousand people who are cheering for love being love being love being love.

When they finally break their embrace, the Centennial twins are startled to see they’ve collected quite an audience.

“Uh, so…” Suddenly bashful, Steve glances back to his- partner? Boyfriend? Soulmate? Is there a word that can accurately describe two people who have found each other time and again in a world that seems hell-bent on keeping them apart?- his ears practically maroon with embarrassment. For a guy with one of the most-recognized faces in the world, Steve is still incredibly and endearingly uncomfortable with attention. “Buck?”

Bucky seems just as stunned as Steve.

Thankfully, the masses demonstrate the usual support that’s the hallmark of Pride. “LOVE IS LOVE!” someone screams in the crowd. It’s quickly echoed, and chants fill the park.

The attention momentarily off them, the former Winter Soldier and his giant himbo of a soulmate look back at each other. You pretend not to watch through the happiest tears as they embrace again, bringing their foreheads together. The relief they share is palpable, as they’re finally able to show the world- and each other- the love they’ve each hidden for so long.

Bucky’s voice is so soft you have to strain to hear it. “You have no idea how much m’in love with you, Stevie.”

“Pretty sure I do,” Steve answers, bringing a hand up to carefully wipe the tears from Bucky’s face. “‘cause it’s as much as I love you, Buck.”

Bucky's answering grin can only be described as saucy. “Then kiss me again, like you mean it.”

And Steve, for once in his long life, does exactly as ordered.

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A/N: “The Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club” is from Starry_Emerald173’s BRILLIANT The Avengers Wrangler over on AO3. If you haven’t read it yet, drop what you’re doing and do so immediately. Make sure you're not drinking any liquids, or your keyboard/phone may be in peril.

#writer wednesday #steve x bucky #stucky #steve rogers fic #pride #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #love is love #happy pride #steve rogers x bucky barnes #platonic reader #my writing

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snarktheater · 3 years

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Hey, d'you have any French book recs? I'm trying to work on my French, and rn I have downloaded one of my favourite book series' French translations, but I figured maybe books already written in French might work better? Also have you read the Ranger's Apprentice series? 1/2

RA's def flawed - the books' narration does like to point bright arrows at the protagonists' intelligence, and the last few books def have the tone of 'old white man trying to write feminism', although at least he's trying? - and it's aimed more to the younger side of YA, but it is still a very fun series, and I can ignore the flaws fairly easily, at least partly due to nostalgia? This rather long lol but I'm wordy.

I'll start with the second question: no, although every time the series is brought up I have to check the French title and go "oh, right, I've seen these books in stores". But I've never purchased or read them. It sounds like something I probably would have enjoyed as a teen but I just missed the mark, and these days I'm trying to drown myself in queer books, so that probably isn't happening.

As for your first question, geez, I haven’t read a French book in years, so this is gonna skew middle grade/YA, though that may not be so bad if the point is to learn the language. I will also say that as a result, these may read a little outdated.

I'll put it under a cut, even if Tumblr has become really bad with correctly displaying read mores. Sorry, mobile crowd.

It's also likely that old readers of the blog will have seen me talk about most of these. I don't feel like going through old posts.

One last thing: while I was curating this list I took the time to make a Goodreads shelf to keep track of those.

The Ewilan books by Pierre Bottero

(It's a testament to how long ago I read these books that these are not the covers of the edition I own, and I can't even find those on Google. I'm settling for a more recent cover anyway since it'll make it easier to find them, presumably)

There are at least three trilogies (that I know of) set in the same world.

The first trilogy is essentially an isekai (so, French girl lands in parallel fantasy world by accident) with elements of chosen one trope, though I find the execution makes it worth the while anyway.

The second trilogy is a direct sequel, so same protagonist but new threat, and the world gets expanded.

The third one is centered around a supporting characters from the previous books, and the first couple of books in it are more her backstory than a continuation, though the third one concludes both that trilogy and advances the story of the other books as well.

Notably these books have a really fun magic system where the characters "draw" things into existence. It's just stuck with me for some reason.

A bunch of stuff by Erik L'Homme

I have read a lot of this man's books, starting with Le Livre des Etoiles.

They also skew towards the young end of YA, arguably middle grade, I never bothered to figure out where to draw the line. They're coincidentally also using the premise of a parallel world to our own (and yes, connected to France again, the French are just as susceptible of writing about their homeland), but interestingly are set from the point of view of characters native to the parallel world.

It also has a very unique magic system, this one based on a mix of a runic alphabet and sort-of poetry. I'll also say specifically for these books that the characters stuck with me way more than others on this list, which is worth mentioning.

This trilogy is my favorite by Erik L'Homme, but I'll also mention Les Maîtres des brisants, which is a fantasy space opera with a pirate steampunk(?) vibe. I think it's steampunk. I could be mistaken. But it's in that vein. It's also middle grade, in my opinion not as good, but it could just be that it came out when I was older.

Another one is Phaenomen, which was a deliberate attempt at skewing older (though still YA). This one is set in our (then-)modern world and centers a group of teens who happen to have supernatural powers. I guess the best way to describe it is a superhero thriller? If you take "superhero" in the sense of "people with individualized powers", since they don't really do a lot of heroing.

...I really need to brush up on genre terminology, don't I.

The Ji series by Pierre Grimbert

This one is actually adult fantasy, though it definitely falls under "probably outdated". It is very straight, for starters, and I'd have to give it another read to give a more critical reading of how it handles race (it attempts to do it, and is well meaning, but I'm not sure it survives the test of time & scrutiny, basically).

If I haven't lost you already, the premise is this: a few generations ago, a weird man named Nol gathered emissaries from each nation of the world and took them to a trip to the titular Ji island. Nobody knows what went down here, but now in the present day, someone is trying to kill off all descendants from those emissaries, who are as a result forced to team up and figure out what's going on.

I'm not going to spoil past that, though I will say it has (surprise) a really unique magic system! I guess you can start to piece together what my younger self was interested in. Which, admittedly, I still am.

Once again, this one also has a strong cast of characters, helped by rich world building and the premise forcing the characters to come from many different cultures (though, again, I can't vouch for the handling of race because it's been too long).

The first series is complete by itself, though it has two sequel series as well, each focusing on the next generation in these families. Because yes, of course they all pair up and have kids. Like I said: very straight.

A whole lot of books by Jean-Louis Fetjaine

OFetjaine is a historian, and I guess he's really interested in Arthurian mythos especially, because he loves it so much he's written two separate high fantasy retellings of them! I'm not criticizing, mind you, we all need a hobby.

The former, the Elves trilogy (pictures above) is very traditional high fantasy. Elves, dwarves, orcs, a world which is definitely fictionalized with a pan-Celtic vibe to it. The holy grail and excalibur are around, but they're relics possessed by the elves and dwarves with very different powers than usual. Et cetera.

Fetjaine also really loves his elves (as the titles might imply), and while they're not exactly Tolkien elves, there's a similar vibe to them. If you like Tolkien and his elf boner, you'll probably like this too. And conversely, if that turns you off, these books probably also won't work for you.

This series also has a prequel trilogy, centered around the backstory of one of the main characters. I...honestly don't remember too much about it, but I liked it, so, there you go, I guess.

I said Fetjaine did it twice. The other series is the Merlin duology, which, as the title implies, is a retelling of Merlin's story. Note that Merlin is also in the other trilogy, but it's a different Merlin; like I said, completely different continuities and stories.

This one is historical fantasy, so it's set in actual Great Britain, and Fetjaine attempts to connect Arthur to a "real" historical figure...but, you know, Merlin is also half-elf and elves totally exist in Brocéliande, so, you know. History.

Okay, that's probably enough fantasy, let me give some classics too.

L'Arbre des possibles et autres histoires - Bernard Werber

Bernard Werber is a pretty seminal author of French sci-fi and I should probably be embarrassed that the only book of his that I read was for school, but, it is a really good one, so I'll include it anyway.

It's a novella collection, and when I say "sci-fi" I want to make it clear that it's very old school science fiction. It's more Frankenstein or Black Mirror than Star Trek, what we in French call the anticipation genre of science fiction: you take one piece of technology or cultural norm and project it into the future.

It has a pretty wide range of topics and tones, so it's bound to have some better than others. My personal faves were Du pain et des jeux, where football (non-American) has evolved into basically a wargame, and Tel maître, tel lion, where any animal is considered acceptable as a pet, no matter how absurd it is to keep as a pet. They're both on a comedic end, but there's more heartfelt stuff too.

L'Ecume des Jours - Boris Vian

(no cover because I can't find the one I have, and the ones I find are ugly)

This book is surrealist. Like, literally a part of the surrealist movement. It features things such as a lilypad growing inside a woman's lungs (and, as you well know, lilypads double in size every day, wink wink), the protagonist's apartment becoming larger and smaller to go with his mood and current financial situation, and more that I can't even recall at the moment because remembering this book is like trying to remember having an aneurysm.

It is also really, really fun and touching. Oh, and it has a pretty solid movie adaptation, starring Audrey Tautou, who I think an international audience would probably recognize from Amelie or the Da Vinci Code movie.

I don't really know what else to say. It's a really cool read!

Le Roi se meurt - Eugène Ionesco

Ionesco is somewhat famous worldwide so I wasn't even sure to include him here. He's a playwright who wrote in the "Theater of the Absurd" movement, and this play is part of that.

The premise of this play is that the King (of an unnamed land) is dying, and the land is dying with him. I don't really know what else to say. It's theater of the absurd. It kind of has to be experienced (the published version works fine, btw, no need to track down an actual performance, in my humble opinion).

The Plague - Albert Camus

You've probably heard of this one, and if you haven't, let me tell you about a guy called Carlos Maza

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I'm honestly more including this book out of a sense of duty. The other three are books I genuinely liked and happen to be classics. This book was an awful read. But, um. It's kind of relevant now in a way it wasn't (or didn't feel, anyway) back in 2008 or 2009, when I read it. And I don't just mean because of our own plague, since Camus's plague is pretty famously an allegory for fascism, which my teenage self sneered at, and my adult self really regrets every feeling that way.

Okay, finally, some more lighthearted stuff, we gotta talk about the Belgian and French art of bande dessinée. How is it different from comic books or manga? Functionally, it isn't. It really comes down more to what gets published in the Belgian-French industry compared to the American comics industry, which is dominated by superheroes, or the Japanese manga industry, which, while I'm less familiar with it, I know has some big genre trends as well that are completely separate.

The Lanfeust series - Arleston and Tarquin

This is a YA mega-series, and I can't recommend all of it because I've lost track of the franchise's growth. Also note that I say "YA", but in this case it means something very different from an American understanding of YA. These books are pretty full of sex.

No, when I say YA I mean it has that level of maturity, for better or worse. The original series (Lanfeust de Troy) is high fantasy in a world where everyone has an individual magical ability but two characters find out they're gifted with an absolute power to make anything happen, and while it gets dark at times, it's still very lighthearted throughout, and the humor is...well, I think it's best described as teen boy humor. And it has a tendency to objectify its female characters, as you'll quickly parse out from the one cover I used here or if you browse more covers.

But still, it holds a special place in my heart, I guess. And on my shelves.

The sequel series, Lanfeust des Etoiles, turns it into a space opera, and goes a little overboard with the pop culture reference at times, though overall still maintains that balance of serious/at times dark story and lighthearted comedy.

After that the franchise is utter chaos to me, and I've lost track. I know there was another sequel series, which I dropped partway through, and a spinoff that retold part of the original series from the PoV of the main love interest (in the period of time she spent away from the main group). There was a comedy spin-off about the troll species unique to this world, a prequel series, probably more I don't even know exist.

Les Démons d'Alexia

Something I can probably be a little less ashamed of including here.

Some backstory here. The Editions Dupuis are a giant of the Belgian bande dessinée industry, and for many, many years I was subscribed to their weekly magazine. That magazine was (mostly) made up of excerpts from the various books that the éditions were publishing at the time; those that were made of comic strips would usually get a couple pages of individual scripts, while the ongoing narratives got cut into episodes that were a few pages long (out of a typical 48 page count for a single BD album). Among those were this series.

For the first few volumes, I wasn't super into this series, probably because I was a little too young and smack dab in the middle of my "trying to be one of the boys" phase. But around book 3 I got really invested, to the point where I own the second half of the series because I had canceled by subscription by then but still wanted to know more.

Alexia is an exorcist with unusual talents, but little control, who's introduced to a group that specializes in researching paranormal phenomena, solving cases that involve the paranormal, that kinda stuff.

As a result of the premise, the series has a pretty slow start since it has to build up mystery around the source of Alexia's powers, but once it gets going and we get to what is essentially the series' main conflict, it gets really interesting.

Plus, witches. I'm a simple gay who likes strong protagonists and witches.

Murena

There was a point where my mtyhology nerdery led me to look for more stuff about the historical cultures that created them, and so I'd be super into stuff set in ancient Rome (I'd say "or Greece or Egypt" but let's face it, it was almost always Rome).

Murena is a series set just before the start of Emperor Nero's rule. You know, the one who was emperor when Rome burned, and according to urban legend either caused the fire or played the fiddle while it did (note: "fiddle" is a very English saying, it's usually the lyre in other languages). He probably didn't, it probably was propaganda, but he was a) a Roman Emperor, none of whom were particularly stellar guys and b) mean to Christians, who eventually got to rewrite history. So he's got a bad rep.

The series goes for a very historical take on events, albeit fictionalized (the protagonist and main PoV, the titular Lucius Murena, is himself fictional) and attempts to humanize the people involved in those events. Each book also includes some of the sources used to justify how events and characters are depicted, which is a nice touch.

It's also divided in subseries called "cycles" (books 1-4, 5-8 and the ongoing one starts at 9). I stopped after 9, though I think it's mostly a case of not going to bookstores often anymore. Plus it took four years between 9 and 10, and again between 10 and 11. But the first eight books made for a pretty solid story that honestly felt somewhat concluded as is, so it's a good place to start.

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Hey guys I'm gonna be out and about today but before I go out to town I thought I leave you with some little Laddie Headcanons! A special thank you to my co-writer @imlostinsantacarla !

Laddie Headcanons

Unfortunately, Laddie was a part of a home in which a divorce was in the process of being filed. There was an immense amount of tension in the family dynamic whilst his father and mother sought to gain custody of him individually as they were in the midst of a messy breakup. The young child’s grandparents were aiding his father in filing for custody over him as his mother was hell bent on having sole custody without any visitation rights.

It’s well known that Laddie’s face was on a milk carton in the movie, with the word ‘MISSING’ written above it. This is just primarily speculation, of course. However, why else would two parents who didn't care about their child put up missing person’s posters everywhere? It’s certainly obvious that his parents were deeply troubled and affected by their son going missing, in conjunction with being apprehensive over his safety as they had no idea where he was.

Whilst his father was attempting to gain custody of him with his grandparents' help, Laddie’s mother lost him one night whilst on the BoardWalk too busy getting drunk at a bar, which is how and where the boys found him. He was all on his lonesome, wandering the BoardWalk terrified. The sight sincerely pulled on their heart strings. Seeing a little kid lost in the dead of night searching for his mother desperately just did not sit well with them.

Armed with the knowledge that their fellow sister Star was having second thoughts over their lifestyle, David immediately took the initiative to coax Laddie into drinking his blood and turning into one of them. This was not only to provide the child with a home, but also a strategy put in place to keep Star close and have her fully commit to their way of life as vampires. After all, girls love kids, don’t they? Surely her maternal or big sisterly instincts would kick in and provide her with the drive to become a caring figure for the young boy whilst solidifying her place in their group. She’d already agreed to the terms, there was no backing out now!

The other boys come to a conclusion of agreement that this is the best option as they cared about Star immensely, least enough to put up a fight when she was considering leaving, and they could not just let a poor boy stay out on the streets with nothing. There was a high likelihood of him getting kidnapped, murdered or something far, far worse whilst he was out there on his own. So they made the collective decision to take him under their wings and into their home, promising him that he would always remain safe with them.

Graciously, as if it were a match truly made in Heaven, Laddie and Star got on swell. The wee boy clung onto her desperately as she truly did remind him of his own mother and how she once was when she was with his dad. Star also bears a resemblance to his mother physically, ensuring that Laddie would bond with her much easier. The boys could not have been more happier and celebrated their success.

And thus it was settled! The boys took Laddie to the hotel and turned him, buttering him up a little in order over the next several to gain his trust and comfort.

"So, Laddie, you like it here?” David smirked at the young boy sat on the edge of the fountain in the hotel.

“Yeah it’s super cool!” He beamed enthusiastically, dangling his little legs off the edge and swinging them back and forth, they barely even hit the ground.

"Would you stay forever?" David pressed further, blonde brow quirked up in intrigue.

"Can I?!" Laddie exclaimed with an enormous grin plastered on his childish countenance.

"Hell yeah little dude! We even have a pretty, cool big sister for you!" Paul interjected just as happily, patting the tiny guy on the shoulder.

"Really?!"

"Mhm," Dwayne added, "and you can play every night."

"And you can eat as much as you want without getting sick, dude!" Marko declared.

"So, Laddie, what do you say?" David asked, head cocked to the side as he watched the little runts eyes float from face to face.

He sits still for a moment... "Hell yeah!"

The guys cheered excitedly, Marko handing David some fancy looking bottle, who in turn passed it to Laddie. "All you gotta do now, is drink this."

"It smells funny. What is it?"

"Old grape juice."

All the while, when Laddie is missing, his mother is struck with excruciating bouts of grief and shame, and attempts to get herself into a better space. Overcoming the worry and guilt that she feels over losing her son through alcohol, drugs, whatever it was that had caused her to lose her son on the BoardWalk that night, is an incredible challenge. She felt she had let her son down as well as her previous marriage. It only spurs on Laddie’s father to find him and gain total custody of the boy.

Living with four rambunctious teenage boys is a handful in itself, so it’s not a wonder that Laddie swears like a sailor, a terrible habit he picked up from the boys. Yet his one sister attempted profusely to set a better example for him. David and Paul find it hilarious that Laddie has a filthy potty mouth, whereas Dwayne and Star aren’t a fan of his newfound language.

“Hey, watch your language, bud.” Dwayne states sternly, chocolate orbs glowering into Laddie’s smaller ones.

“Pussy!” Paul bursts out in between a false coughing fit.

Laddie truly adores reading comic books frequently. In fact, the Frog brothers knew Laddie far before they knew the Emerson’s, they just didn’t acknowledge the kid all that much since he was far younger than them. This was especially since they were far too engrossed in blabbering about vampires, their investment in their own stuff made it impossible for them to give an ounce of attention to him. In their eyes he was always just the little twerp that stood on his tiptoes at the counter in their parents store, sprinkling dollar bills on top of a fat stack of mad magazine, Batman, and secretly some horror comics stuffed underneath the other ones he’d picked out.

“ 'Scuse me, can I get these," Laddie inquired politely, his eyes peering up at the two brothers behind the counter arguing over what the best way to waste a vampire was.

“Uh, yeah sure kid, whatever.” Alan stated fervently, his eyes still plastered on his brother's brooding gaze.

Edgar stuffed them into a plastic bag without sparing the kid a glance. “$15.75.”

“Okay.” Laddie stated in defeat before scooting over a wadded up ball of a $20 bill onto the counter before collecting his change and leaving with his head hung low.

Laddie is still a sucker for comics and wants new ones on a constant basis, it’s certainly something that aids him in passing the time at the hotel. Yet Paul’s adamant that he isn’t going to pay those dorks at the comic book store a single cent from his pocket. And David is a master at mental illusions, so there is one hell of a team to concoct a way to steal comic books. Neither Paul nor David feel any shame in it. David will create the illusion that Paul is walking by the store, only to actually be stealing a stack of comics to keep the poor kid happy.

Star and her inability to part with her human nature and high morals, is never too thrilled about the entire ordeal of stealing comics for Laddie. Laddie sees nothing wrong with it and only responds with utter enthusiasm at how awesome Paul is because Paul can do whatever he wants! This leads to Laddie following in the footsteps of the other boys, believing that he can both take and have whatever he wants, whenever he wants it no matter if there’s real life consequences involved because he can use his gifts (with training from David) to acquire all of his desires.

It’s also a common occurrence for Laddie to experience homesickness; after all, he misses his parents dearly because even though they weren’t the most astounding or perfection parents, they were still his parents. When this occurs, he’ll often seek out Dwayne or Star for comfort, sitting beside them, perched into their sides. They will attentively listen to him, reminding him of how much they themselves and the other boys love him and how they aren’t going anywhere. They all will be together forever. They’d even let him know that his parents and grandparents still love him too, even if he has a new family now.

Laddie unfortunately had to learn the hard way not to go to David about this specific predicament, because whenever he did, David would unintentionally guilt trip the kid about missing his parents. It wasn’t something he meant to do, it was just that David had never really had a home or a family that cared about him, his world before being a vampire was a dog eat dog world. You had to fend for yourself and choose your family. Even then he’d seen people get chewed out for trusting the wrong folks. So there’s a huge disconnection between the pair when it comes to familial things.

Whereas Marko and Paul will do things that will take Laddie’s mind right off of the down parts of being a missing child. They’ll happily play with him, get him his favorite food, read comics with him, steal said comics from the comic book store, maybe even let him help them tinker on their bikes, blast some gnarly music, you name it! They’re prepared to go all out in helping him feel happier where he is in the present and understand that he has a place with them.

Now, as for Laddie’s tantrums… well, every child has them. Usually they tend to be pretty humorous to Paul, Marko and David- that is until something happens to their precious stuff. To be fair he is an eight year old boy, of course he wants to mess with Paul’s Walkman or Marko’s bike keys! Paul nearly had an aneurysm when he saw Laddie accidentally ripped his mint condition 1965 Playboy Magazine.

"Dude who the fuck- my fuckin- WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!"

Laddie, who had been a bit spoilt from months of pampering from a group of enabling teenagers, showed minimal signs of remorse. "They were ugly anyway, she hand on granny panties or something."

Dwayne had to step in and hold Paul back from wringing the kids neck out like a wet dish towel! "Dude, Paul he's a kid"

"I will eat you, you little turd!"

Once again, David cracks up frequently until Laddie begins to delve into his stuff also. It all began when he wanted to go for a ride and David being the more lazy member of the group had turned him down, especially in a much firmer tone the second time around. So what did the little shit do? Hide all of their keys to their bikes.

"Dude, where are my fuckin' keys," Paul hissed, digging through the cave like a tornado went through the damn thing.

"Yours too?" Marko exclaimed his question, settling down the couch he had lifted onto the ground. “Mine vanished.”

David chuckled to himself, that was until he patted his pocket where his precious motorcycle keys had suddenly proved to be void of its contents. "Alright which one of you assholes stole my keys?!"

However that confrontation ignited an inferno of a tantrum from the small boy, who was so used to suddenly getting his way and now he was faced with the harsh reality of being told no. The boys should have really thought twice of enabling an eight year old boy! A fit from a kid can get ugly real quick, yet it’s a whole different story when that kid is an emotional half vampire that flips tables and screams at such a volume and octave that glass cracks. Star tends to primarily be a softer disciplinarian, she isn’t fond of the idea of yelling or smacking him, she’s much too gentle for that. Dwayne on the other hand, while preferring to approach things along the placid route, feels that sometimes it’s a necessary evil- while David just straight up thinks that a good smack on the mouth ought to settle him down.

Laddie is a thorn in their asses when he’s bored out of his mind, and the boys learned rather harshly and swiftly that having a little brother was not as fun as the Brady Bunch had it appear. This kid got into all their stuff, no matter how fool proof they made it, the kid always found a way! He would follow them excessively around the cave like a lost puppy, tell them the same story for HOURS on end, ask far too many questions that Marko would just blank the kid out with his music, only for Laddie to talk even louder! It was more than evident that the child had little concern over the fact that they were killers, he’d still happily pester them until they vamped out. In fact, he went out of his way to do that! The crazy little shit…

Laddie would climb on top of one of the many dust caked couches in the hotel right next to where David was reading and peek over his shoulder to get a noseful of whatever he was focused on. "Whatcha reading?" Laddie asked innocently, chin resting on the blonde vampires shoulder.

"....War and peace." David grumbled irately.

"What's that? It's big! It looks boring! Why are the words so tiny? What's it about? Who's the hero? Who's your favorite hero? Mine's batman! Well, I like Iron Man too but Batman has all the gadgets and stuff, and I like his cape but I guess you don't need a cape to be cool, but I like the cape anyway- I like Superman's cuz it's red, red's my favorite color. What's your favorite color? Well I mean red's super cool- oh but black! Black is really cool, i guess you probably like black too huh? I mean you wear it all the time, but really maybe it's cuz-" he had blabbered all of that out in one go without so much as a breath in between his sentences! And David selfishly wondered what the repercussions were on if he flew the kid onto a random cliff and left him there for several hours. He knew it probably couldn’t be good, but it was worth a try if he was ever going to catch a break and get this book finished! Not to mention the countless times that Paul’s thrown into the mix of things, David can’t stomach it and leaves the room because he can’t handle two obnoxious chatter boxes all at once. Star yelled at him once for hypnotizing Laddie to fall asleep because he wouldn't stop talking about Batman and Robin.

It’s obvious that Laddie tends to ride with Dwayne, and it’s because Dwayne is capable of ensuring that Laddie stays in one piece. If the kid had his way and rode with Paul… let’s just say that Laddie would be smeared road kill! And frankly, none of the other vampires trust Paul with the kid. Last time he rode with Paul, he was nearly flung forward when he went off of a steep ramp. Star almost slapped the smirk straight off of Paul’s face! Even Marko thought it was a bad move of Paul’s. So, it was a collective decision - minus Paul’s whining and bitching, in conjunction with Laddie’s pouting - that Laddie rode with Dwayne from now on.

When the boys were killed off one by one, Laddie was the only one who was saddened by this, because he had formed genuine bonds with his older brothers and even though they weren’t perfect, they’d kept their word to him and kept him safe. He was going to miss Paul and Marko playing with him and teaching him cool stuff about bikes and rock n’ roll. He’d even miss David and the way the man got irritated whenever he flitted about him. But the one he was surely going to miss the most was obviously Dwayne. Dwayne was like the older brother that Laddie had dreamed of ever since he was a kid. Dwayne had taken him under his wing and ensured that no one messed with him. He listened to him whenever he was homesick and was always super patient with him and just all around compassionate. Out of all of the boys, Laddie related to him the most. And now he was gone. Though each boy held a special place in his heart. As he left the Emmerson residence, he didn’t have the stomach to look at their dead bodies as he sniffled on his way out, tears streaming down his face. Although they hadn’t been the best to Star and sometimes weren’t the kindest to him, he knew that they had loved the pair of them and deep down, Laddie would always love them.

After the entire ordeal, Laddie decided he’d set foot on finding his parents again and sadly left Star behind. She reminded him a lot of the boys and she would always have a special place in his heart. Before he left he hugged the life out of her, staining her gypsy purple skirt with his tears as he thanked her for loving him and taking such good care of him. He promised her that he’d never forget her and he hoped she never would forget him. Star was heartbroken but also knew that it was best for Laddie to return to his parents and live his life out normally. She hoped he’d grow up to be everything wonderful in life and she assured him that he would remain important and ever present in her gentle heart. A long way down the line they met each other again and embraced like close siblings that hadn’t seen each other in centuries. They were much older now and wiser.

But back to the present, Laddie stumbled upon his mother on the BoardWalk that night, as though it were a miracle. The woman looked strikingly similar to Star, she was the woman that he had remembered from earlier on in his childhood, and he was truly overcome with joy. He got to see his father again which made him happy also. Although his parents couldn’t work things out, they managed to come to a steady agreement that they would have equal joint custody of Laddie, which was something that made things easier on him to adjust back to ordinary life. However, whilst he was missing, his beloved grandparents passed away, never having lost hope in Laddie being alive and returning home someday. Laddie missed them dearly but he adjusted as best as he could to his brand new life. He was never really the same after being with the boys and Star and losing them all, his parents were aware of the change but Laddie never discussed what had happened to him, only responding in vague statements or exclamations.

Somehow though, he found a way to keep in touch with Star, Michael, Lucy, Sam and the Frog brothers. They were all connected through these twisted and sad chain of events, and his bonds with them only deepened as he got older. Even Though they had remained adrift in life, Star, Sam, Lucy and Michael showed up for Laddie's graduation when he finally got through high school. Even still he remained in Santa Carla up until his graduation dinner out with the Emmersons, Star and even the Frog Brothers had shown up. Wandering for a moment on his own, his pace slowed until he came to a haunting stop.

Just beyond the tilt-a whirl, outside the arcade, he swore, parked on the boardwalk he could see a group of biker boys. As the 80s peeled away into the wild teenage rebellion of the 90s, their styles had altered. A blonde still sported a wild lion's mane, another had messy curls grown out. The platinum blonde one was the first to alert the other three of Laddie's gaze. The four grunge rockers sported bizarrely skeletal motorcycles, laughing with each other, now carrying mischievous smiles. Before he could even confirm the haunting visage of said familiar faces they vanished in a flurry of roaring engines. The last to leave looked at him with dark, haunting brown eyes. He could see under the guy's leather jacket and torn up Nirvana t-shirt jagged scar tissue around each of his limbs faded into bronze skin. They just looked at each other for what felt like a lifetime, and a wave of chills trickled down his back. The raven haired biker smirked at him, no malice in his grin. Only a soft farewell, proud even. And then he was gone. Laddie managed to take a deep breath in, silently turning on his heel to return to Star and Michael at the diner. When he got home he was applying to a few out of city colleges, somewhere away from his past.

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idlecreature · 3 years

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the buried fic comment from hell (it's so long i'm SO SORRY, I GOT EXCITED)

DEL.. I WASN’T SURE IF IT WAS APPROPRIATE TO LEAVE A LONG ASS COMMENT ON UR BURIED FIC IN PUBLIC….. SO I’M DROPPING IT HERE i’m so sorry in advance this is about to be a mess,, i’m so fucking emotional right now

((the review under the cut is in response to my fic which can b read here))

okay first –

The mental image of tiny gangly Barnabas and Jonah crouched with their hands in the dirt….. is so fucking cute?? I could feel Jonah’s jealousy just burning off of him. You had me right away. Fuck. You know how to open a story and I’m deeply envious, I’ve always struggled with it. Also, you threw in that little hook:

Despite what Jonah believes, there are some things that just can’t be explained in words.

Barnabas’ voice is so fucking good… guh… you know. I didn’t much care about Barnabas in any deep way before I joined the Jonah server and you guys have all just completely GUTTED me, I can’t believe how much I care about this highly-strung bastard,, he is so GOOD. HE’S SO GOOD???? HE’S SUCH A SWEETIE. LIKE. BARNABAS FEELING GUILTY AND HORRIFIED THAT PEOPLE ARE GRATEFUL TO HIM AND WANT HIM AROUND???? AAAAAAAAAA. And the melancholy aspect, too, which I imagine is how Mordechai was able to relate to him, get attached to him… Barnabas being bitter about how useless his tears are while he’s crying anxiously at the prospect that he might not be able to help those families after all…….

All of those scraps of Barnabas’ letter to Jonah made such EXCELLENT transitions, holy hell. Again I am inspired by your storytelling prowess. I am taking notes, for whenever my ability to write longform fic returns from war. This one was my favorite, made my heart clench:

A good world starts with a good person and a few choices that are made with the heart—

He’s so earnest I’m going to weep ;_; Barny.. you can’t make Jonah a better person he’s AWFUL,,

(Side note, super digging that I can indent stuff, block quoting makes this SO much easier.)

Also really digging that Jonah doesn’t have as nice a reputation as Barnabas… Jonah is the bad influence friend lmfao. AND JONAH’S CAT… I LOVE HIM…

And then you delivered a swift blow straight to the religion kink, as promised… “There’s something undeniably old testament about Jonah; the fire and fury of creation, the self-annihilating stare of Lot’s wife.“ LOSING IT I’M LOSING IT… WHAT A WAY OF DESCRIBING HIM God, here I thought I couldn’t possibly be more attracted to this bastard man. I am aghast at myself.

LOSING IT EVEN MORE OVER BARNABAS STACKING TEACUPS ON JONAH’S HEAD???? Why must you make them so fucking cute oh NO this is going to hurt isn’t it. ((This was the note I stuck in the Word doc while I was reading it and I thought I’d leave it as was for your enjoyment))

“Taking cues from your dreams?” Barnabas replies. “You know only the desperately mad do that?”

“Or desperately inspired—savants and prophets and visionaries.”

And then you continued to try to kill me… Jonah thinking of himself as a prophet……. hhhhh canon-typical overambitious zealotry I’m HERE FOR IT………

“Are you trying to make me angry with you by playing the devil’s advocate?”

“Just testing you,” Jonah says in his alloyed voice, silver-and-honey-gold.

Del I cannot stress enough… My religion kink………. It’s been SO VERY ACTIVATED.

“Your morality has only ever been a thin cover for your shame.”

OUCH, JONAH, JESUS

Every bit of their dialogue was so familiar and tinged with bittersweetness and I owe you my entire life… Sincerely. Ugh. Like, how you described Barnabas’ internal angst about it later on – when he’s thinking of Mordechai, and he refers to "his many dog-eared fantasies” about Jonah it just really vividly conjured the thought of he and Jonah having a sort of? Queer solidarity, ESPECIALLY having grown up together. And that makes Jonah’s flash of betrayal at Barnabas not wanting to be SEEN with him that much more agonizing, personally. Like. I’ve had that happen to me more than once in real life. And much as Jonah is a piece of shit who is absolutely manipulating him………. still, ouch. Ouch. (Barnabas’ thoughts on the company Jonah keeps also made me wince. You did an AMAZING job with all of the internalized shame and frantic rationalizations, hooooooboy.)

The Lukases being colorblind is such an interesting piece of lore by the way I love it????? Now I have. Some questions, about Peter. Mordechai’s characterization in this is so fascinating to me. I’m enTRANCED by how you reverse-Uno’d it so that Barnabas was the reason Mordechai lost himself to the Lonely… the power dynamics……. so tasty. Ugh. And all of the sensual descriptions, especially of that first visit Barnabas had at Moorland house?? I didn’t clip any because I would have ended up clipping the whole fucking thing. It was aching, haunting, beautiful, holyshit. Their romance is somehow more fucked up than Barnabas and Jonah’s…

Also, I was so eager to read this I skipped the tags/warnings and completely didn’t realize Mordechai was going to be an actual vampire so that was a VERY fun surprise lmfao.

Barnabas feels like he’s close to learning something about violence and desire, how close they are, how the wires can get crossed.

THIS QUOTE IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEE ugh I’m having an aneurysm over how Jonah managed to fashion Barnabas into a creature that could understand him by gifting him to Mordechai for a while… letting Mordechai crack him open at the points where he was already brittle and experience an influx of some of the true darkness of the world. Just a tasty taste. That way when he discovers the truth of Jonah’s occult interests he won’t run away, because he’s already got his own fingers in the mess. He’s already given himself to one horror, why not Jonah? Shave some of the shine off of his morality, make him nice and gray so he won’t contrast so much with Jonah… And satisfying his curiosity at the same time. Two birds.

Oh, also, still sobbing about this line:

he realises that he doesn’t want to wear any colours that Mordechai can’t properly see.

EVERY TIME I let my guard down for ten seconds you smacked me with more of Barnabas being the most precious bleeding heart in the universe!!!!!! He aches so much for the people he’s trying to help and he hates people like Mordechai but part of him also wants to save Mordechai, somehow… maybe recognizes the parts of him that are like these people, still. Nearly faded but not quite gone yet. And as you’ve already established, Barnabas simply cannot let things go. Can’t disappoint people… can’t leave them when he could be doing something. Anything. Augh, FEELINGS.

Of course he knew Mordechai and Jonah were friends, he’d just temporarily believed in a sane and fair universe where things like this don’t happen.

AND YOU HAD SUCH A PERFECT BALANCE OF HUMOR… This could have been such a feelbad fic, and tbh it still would have been spectacular. But you always eased it at just the right moment to keep it from going off the rails into irretrievable deepdark territory. Fed me little soft moments so I’d still be vulnerable enough to have my HEART RIPPED OUT LATER…

I’m not super interested in the Buried canon-wise but I love how you’ve written Barnabas’ natural affiliation with it… so subtle but powerful? (Of COURSE Jonah was jealous, lmao. He had to work so hard and he’s still not on Barnabas’ level. There’s some kinda beautiful commentary on ambition versus goodwill in there somewhere but I’m too busy nursing my battered little heart right now to articulate it.) It wove its way in and out of the rest of the plot so naturally, too. For some reason it compliments Barnabas’ temperament as I read it in canon just… so well. Was there a discussion about this on the server, and if so, PLEASE tell me about it sometime I’m so fascinated.

Jonah wasn’t even present for a lot of the fic but his characterization was so INTENSE and luminous, Christ… I know I already praised it a bit but. Woof. I wasn’t expecting to get a taste of his POV at the end and I was so excited I kicked my feet (my cat was very disgruntled) like, this line!!!

Now, he thinks there’s some truth in those false statements, in the lies we tell and why we want to be believed.

GOD, YOU’RE REALLY GONNA GIVE ME FEELINGS ABOUT JONAH AND FUTURE-JONAHLIAS IN THE SAME FIC?????? EVIL… I’m so so so fucking here for it, oh my God, Jonah with an amplifying anxiety disorder, THE PRICE OF IMMORTALITY… too bad the Eye doesn’t let you see the future, Jonah, lmao… the line “immortality just made his anxiety turn nuclear” is SEARED into my brain now, I am NOT accepting canon to contradict this ever again. I’ve always wondered how Jonah’s neuroses might have worsened in two entire fucking CENTURIES and I love the way you wrote it. I am fucking. Losing my mind.

There’s so many other things I could comment on, like. The brief but glorious Jonah-grinding-himself-off-on-Barnabas’-thigh shenanigans. Was incredibly hot, and Mordechai’s poor fragile heart breaking, and Barnabas telling Isabel that it’s fine to call him Barny…….. I’m hhhhhhhhHHHH fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m just!! I am incomprehensible!!! Everyone told me this fic was amazing but it’s fucking amazing, Del, what the hell. I’m never gonna be the same after this. The end was SHOCKINGLY sweet and I have WHIPLASH.

………… So, now that I’ve made you read a novel. Hah. Sorry. My point is. I loved every bit of this. It deserved heaps more praise but my eyes are starting to cross. Thx for sharing :’)

Love,

Tony xx

TONY. TONY THIS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. FIRSTLY I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THIS. SECOND OF ALL, THANKS TO YOU I’LL BE SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOPS FOREVER HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW THIS REVIEW HAS AFFECTED ME? IT’S THE BEST FEEDBACK I’VE EVER RECIEVED IN MY LIFE I FEEL LIKE A FIRSTGRADER GETTING THEIR FIRST GOLD STAR I FEEL ON TOP OF THE WORLD LIKE I COULD THROW THE JEWEL OF THE SEA OFF THE SHIP AND LEAN OVER THE RAILINGS BECAUSE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND ME TONY IT’S BEEN MONTHS AND THIS REVIEW HAS BEEN A FIREPLACE KEEPING ME WARM THROUGH THE WINTER MONTHS I LOVE YOU DEARLY FOR THIS YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE CHAMPION IF YOU WERE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW I WOULD FRENCH KISS YOU WITHOUT HESISTATION UNTIL THE BOTH OF US HAVE RUN OUT OF AIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING BLESS YOU TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Kiss || Na Jaemin

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Type: Fluff/Fake Angst

Word Count: N/A

Warning: None???

Description: After getting hurt, Jaemin ignores you for laughing at him

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"How did we afford this trip exactly?" You asked the boy whose hand was tightly clasping your own.

Jaemin looked at you and smiled. "Chenle, of course," he chuckled.

Your eyes scanned the island of Hawaii you were on. "Of course. Rich boy Chenle is always trying to take us on trips."

It was just the ten of you. Somehow Yukhei had convinced Chenle to let him come and he was dragging Mark around to look at everything like a toddler in a candy store. You were surprised Mark's arm was still attached to his body.

Kun also came because he didn't trust you guys alone in the care of Yukhei and Mark. "Okay, here are our room keys," Chenle smiled, handing them out. "Noona, you're rooming with Kun-hyung. We were gonna let you room with Jaemin but Taeyong-hyung just about had an aneurysm when we told him that."

You shook your head and sighed. "Of course he did," you said. "It's not like we haven't fallen asleep together before."

Renjun nodded his head. "Which is why whether or not you end up in Jaemin's bed or vice-versa doesn't matter to us," he commented.

"Just keep it PG-13," Kun said. He didn't say it too sternly because he knew the two of you would. You were both legal adults, sure, but sex was too risky.

You all went up to your rooms. You set your suitcase down and went to look at the view. "Wow!" You exclaimed. "Oppa! Our view is amazing!"

He went over and stood next to you, looking out the window. "Hawaii really is a beautiful place."

Suddenly, there were tons of knocks at your door. You both sighed, fearing it was Yukhei. You bravely went and answered the door. Instead of Yukhei, it was Jaemin. "Let's go!" He exclaimed.

You cocked an eyebrow. "Go where?" You asked. "We just got here."

"I know but the boys want to play basketball later, so I want to spend time with you now."

He really was the sweetest. You quickly grabbed your bag and said goodbye to Kun. Jaemin interlaced your fingers as you headed out. "But, why do they want to play basketball? They can play anytime in Seoul!"

"Something about Chenle wanting to make Mark-hyung cry in a foreign country," he told you, causing you to laugh.

You guys didn't do much besides explore and get ice cream. You looked around and kept note of places you wanted to go to the next day as well as restaurants the other boys would like. Finally, just before the sun began setting, you arrived at the hotel.

"Finally!" Donghyuk exclaimed. "Chenle already made Mark cry twice!"

"No he didn't," Mark sniffled.

Jaemin laughed and shook his head. "Whatever, let's just play," he said, catching the ball as Jeno threw it to him.

You watched for a little bit. You stood up to leave when the incident happened. Jisung threw the ball to Jaemin, who wasn't paying attention, and forgot to call out his name. Before you knew it, the ball hit Jaemin in the cheek.

"Ah!" He cried out as he stumbled, tripping over his own feet and falling over.

A loud laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it, followed by a series of giggles. "Are you okay?" Mark asked, helping him up.

The apple of Jaemin's right cheek was red. "I'm fine," he said.

You went over, grabbing his arm. "Are you okay, Jaemin?" You asked.

He shrugged you off gently. "I said I'm fine and I meant it. I'm gonna go get ice."

With that, he left. Renjun sighed. "Ah, that kid is upset," he remarked.

You nodded. "I probably shouldn't have laughed," you stated. "I'll let him cool off and apologize later."

For dinner, you all decided to eat at the hotel's restaurant. You gathered there and that's when you realized Jaemin wasn't there. "No Jaemin?" Kun questioned.

Yukhei shook his head. "He said he wasn't hungry," he said. "Although, he was muttering something early about Y/N and her being rude, so I'm pretty sure he stayed in our room to pout."

You sighed. "He's just trying to prove a point and make me feel bad so I'll apologize," you told them. "I'll see the child after dinner."

You were used to Jaemin's pouty ways. You didn't let it but a damper on dinner but you couldn't help but think about his missing presence every now and then.

"Hyung," Yukhei said, grabbing Kun's attention, "maybe Y/N and Jaemin will kiss and make up and we can have a sleepover!"

Kun's eyes widened with horror. "Dear god, no," he said teasingly, causing Yukhei to pout.

After dessert, you paid and then went to your rooms. You quickly washed up and put your pajamas on before going to Jaemin and Yukhei's room. Just as you got there, Yukhei was leaving. He smiled, "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

You smiled back. "Sleep well, Oppa," you said, entering the room. It was dark besides the dim light coming from the lamp in between the two beds. "Jaemin?"

There was silence and then you called his name softly again. "Go away, I'm sleeping," he said in a pouty tone.

A soft chortle escaped your lips and you went over to his bed. You climbed on top of him, clinging to him. "Oh, well, I guess I just have to go give my love and affection to Hyuk."

He turned and looked at you. "You wouldn't dare."

"Well, I have to give my love and affection to someone since my boyfriend clearly doesn't want it," you said. "And we all know Hyuk adores love and affection."

He stared at you. "Only I can have your love and affection!" He exclaimed loudly, causing you to giggle and roll off of him. You got under the covers next to him, noticing his bruised cheek which caused sadness to fill you.

You looked at him with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry for laughing when you got hurt. I shouldn't have done that and have been so rude."

"That? Oh, well, thanks, but you don't have to apologize for that. I wasn't upset about that."

You blinked. "You weren't?" You questioned.

He shook his head. "No. It was pretty funny, after all. Especially with how Jisung forgot to call out my name," he confessed.

"Then, why have you been pouting and ignoring me?"

A whine escaped his lips. "Because you didn't kiss my cheek after I got hurt!"

Again, you blinked. "What?" You asked.

He nodded. "Yeah!" He exclaimed. "You should have rushed over to see me and kissed my cheek before laughing or kissed my cheek right after laughing but you didn't!"

You scoffed. "That's why you were upset?!" You exclaimed. He nodded. You couldn't believe it. You mumbled about how silly he was before leaning in and pecking his cheek. "There, better?"

A big grin replaced his pouty frown. "Much. But, my lips were also hit, so I think you need to kiss them too."

You rolled your eyes and giggled before pressing your lips to his. The kiss was sweet and simple. "Happy?"

He nodded. "You taste good, by the way," he said softly, pulling you closer.

A light blush appeared on your face. "I had some peach sorbet for dessert," you told him. Again, he kissed you.

"I love peaches but this tastes even better. It must be because I love how you naturally taste."

You rolled your eyes and lightly hit his chest. "Stop being so cheesy."

He smiled and kissed the top of your head, rubbing soothing circles in your back as the two of you slowly fell asleep over pillow talk.

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A/N: So, I've decided that I suck at posting unless I have a schedule???? Anyway, I think I want to do a text series on here again. I know I failed, like, three times before but now I know how to actually do it successfully. So, yeah, be on the lookout for either a Mark or Jaemin text series within the next month or so 👀 Lol, don't worry, I'll keep you guys posted. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this and thank you for not leaving me 😔💕💕💕

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Title: A Time Of Change

Chapter Ten : The Name

Summary: Ava Bradford is a former Behavioral Analyst of the Miami Police Department. After the events of the past force her to journey to England and take up a job away from the family she had created, she tries to start anew. At Scotland Yard, she struggles to keep to herself and her life under control, as her nightmares from her past come to haunt her once again.

Author: Alexa @alex-awesome1023

Words: 2,400

Characters/Relationships: OC x Sherlock

Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Past Physical Abuse, Nightmares

Author’s Notes: Lets go boi!!!!!!... sorry i’ll stop.

Enjoy!❤

All you could hear was your sneakers clapping against the stairs of the college. You had already been through the downstairs rooms nearly running over the maintenance worker who was cleaning. After explaining you just had to cram for exams you asked her where you could study. “Yeah, there’s a study hall classroom upstairs on the third floor. But there might be students there already though.” She said with a raised brow looking at you like you were crazy.

“Did you see them?”

“I just saw a guy in a long coat, he was real tall-” You cut her off, nearly running out of the room shouting behind.

“You said third floor?” You asked over your shoulder as you exited into the corridor looking up to the stairs. Hearing a faint ‘yes’, you quickly bounded up the stairs as quickly as your legs would go.

When you reached the third floor, you saw the light shining from under on the far left doors, hearing voices conversing back and forth just barely. You make your way closer to the doors with as much stealth as you could muster,Taking your gun from your holster as you did. Finally getting to the entrance, you leaned your back against the wall, readying your gun with a faint click but you stop your hand reaching for the doorknob as you realize Sherlock was talking.

“Oh, I am playing. This is my turn. There’s shaving foam behind your left ear. Nobody’s pointed it out to you.” You heard him say. You grinned at the fact that he was naming off the deductions that you had picked up just this morning.

“Ahh. Three years ago - is that when they told you?” You heard Sherlock speak again. He deduced it.

“Told me what?”

“That you're a dead man walking.” You grinned to yourself as you hear the words leave his mouth. You heard Jeff Stewart to explain an aneurysm as you readied to open the door until you heard Jeff speak your name.

“Any breath could be my last but I'm impressed, your lady friend Ms. Bradford already deduced that part.”

“Oh?” Sherlock's interest perked a bit.

“Yea, I have to admit, I was surprised at first when she asked the questions but after a little deducing myself I could see how naive she is in her young mind.” You heard him say making your group on your gun ever so tighter.

“Why do you say that?” Sherlock asks as he could help but be intrigued.

“I dropped her off and she started muttering this nonsense about talking to my kids about my being sick and something about not letting precious time with my family go to waste.”

“Was she wrong?” Sherlock asked

“No. But this is how I'm spending my time.” You heard Jeff say making you furrow your brow. He’s not killing people because he's sick. He's killing for another reason, something stronger than bitterness.

“So because you're dying you've just murdered four people?”

“I've outlived four people. That's the most fun you could have on an aneurysm.” He keeps anchoring the conversation with his kids. It has to be about them somehow.

“No… no, there's something else. You didn't just kill four people because you're bitter, bitterness is a paralytic…” As you heard the words leave Sherlock's lips it clicked. Hiding your gun once more you opened the door.

“Love… can be a much more vicious motivator when it comes to, well, anything really.” You said as you stood in the doorway, making the both of them turn to you with shock.

“So this is about your children.” Sherlock asks turning back to Jeff who had a hurt expression on his face making it harder for you to keep your composure. How could a man who loves his kids, make an excuse to kill four people with no remorse? Wait… the sponsor…

“You both are good aren't ya? Jeff said looking down to the desk as if trying to keep his emotions in check.

“But how?” Sherlock asked ignoring his statement. You took this opportunity to walk closer as you did you saw that there were two bottles on the table. Wait what… no he's not serious? That's when you noticed the gun.

“When I die they won't get much, my kids. Not a lot of money in driving cabs.” Jeff said still looking towards the desk.

“Or serial killings.” Sherlock said making Jeff look up to him with a grin.

“You'd be surprised. He said condescendingly. Making you speak up.

“Then surprise us. Let me guess your weird killer sponsor?” You moved to the side of him making him look up at you with another grin.

“For every life I take, more money goes to my kids. The more I kill the better of they'll be. Ya see? It's nicer than you think.”

“Who would sponsor a serial killer?” Sherlock asks in a low voice.

“Who’d be a fan of Sherlock Holmes? Or even you?” Jeff said looking to you over his shoulder with a smile making you clench your jaw. “Ya see, he really liked the little stunt you pulled in the cab. Your deducing skills. The original plan was to pick up Mr. Holmes but he wanted you here as well.”

“Who?” You asked slowly marching your hand over to your gun.

“You're not the only ones who enjoy a good murder.” Ignoring your question and looking to Sherlock. “There are others out there just like you, except you're just a man. And there's so much more than that.” Jeff said looking straight at Sherlock. Something doesn't feel right, all of the question and answers have been directed towards Sherlock. It was only a coincidence that I got into his cab and saw his deduction. He would’ve killed me if I didn't. But up until this point, it's been about Sherlock. As you were trying to get a hold on the situation you could heard the frustration and confusion in Sherlock's voice, maybe a hint of rage.

“An Organization? What?”

“There's a name no-one says. And I'm not gonna say either. Now, enough chatter.” Jeff gestured towards the bottles. “Time to choose.” Jeff said with a trophy grin. You, on the other hand, were filled with all kinds of emotion mostly confusion and integument. You looked to Sherlock asking the question with your eyes and he just looks to you and then the bottles.

“What if I don't choose either? I could just walk out of here and Detective Bradford could arrest you here.” Sherlock said looking to you for a moment then back to Jeff. As he did you watched as Jeff adjusted himself in his seat as he reached into his pocket and pulling out the pistol.

“You could take a 50-50 chance? Or I could shoot you in the head. Funny enough no one's ever gone for that option.” Jeff said point the gun to Sherlock's skull. You could help the snicker that escaped your lips. As your giggles filled the silent room the both of them look to you in shock.

“Oh I'm sorry. Don't mind me I just think… you need to work on your sales pitch a little better there Jeff.”

“Really? Because I have killed four people.”

“Is that a confession?” You asked in a taunting manner. Looking at the gun in his hand you noticed the little chip of paint coming off the gun. You grinned at how idiotic people could be.

“I mean really? I can empathise with the four people because they were blinded by fear and the fact that they were going to die. But using it on well him is just… sad.” You continued as you made your way down the aisle towards the door.

“Do you really want to take that chance Mrs. Bradford?” Jeff asked still pointing the gun at Sherlock. “Should you really be talking, going by your past at least?” You came to a sudden stop as you heard him say this. You tried to calm the thump of your heart as you exhaled and turned to meet his eye.

“Excuse me? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Your eyes challenged his own as you glared his way.

“My sponsor sent me a kind wrap sheet of yours and I'm just saying, you Americans are quiet pitiful.”

“Doesn't everyone have a wrap sheet.” You asked playfully, trying to play along.

“Sure but not like yours. You're quite the secretive one, especially when comes to your past.” Jeff said turning back to Sherlock who was intrigued but cautious.

“Really? Find anything you like?” You asked looking to your phone seeing what time it was and texting Greg to come to your location.

“Oh yeah, especially the bit about your mother.” As the words left his mouth you felt your heart stop mid-beat. Instinctively, you reached for your locket around your neck that hung low on your chest. Liar!... Sherlock saw that he had hit a nerve that struck you hard, going by your bodily reaction to reach for the necklace.

Your eyes never strayed from Jeff’s, your glare full of fire and rage and his filled with condescending mirth. You nearly flew off the desk shooting your way over to him but were stopped by a firm arm blocking your way. You hadn't noticed Sherlock get up when you were blinded with rage. He barely registered to you as you pushed against him.

“You're lying! You know nothing about me.” You said through your teeth trying to push Sherlock away to get to Jeff's neck and face.

“Oh I'm sorry, I've said to much.” Jeff said over his shoulder and your vision turned red. Sherlock saw the rage on your face and knew it was real. He just wanted to leave. Jeff was a disappointment of a serial killer and what ever you were hiding, he knew it was something that you’re trying to keep out of the light for good. This was no way to address it. But his curiosity was getting to the best of him.

“Ava. We're leaving. This was a disappointment anyway.” Sherlock whispered down to you making you side glance up to him. As he let go of you, he continued. “Well this has been very interesting. I look forward to the court case.” Sherlock said making his easy way towards the door. Turning towards the door you heard Jeff turn in his seat.

“Just before you go, did you figure it out?” You see Sherlock stop and half look at him. “Which one's the good bottle?” You heard him say, making you look to Sherlock with a furrowed brow as he looked down to you with a bemused grin for a short moment.

“Course. Child's play.”

“Well which one then?” Sherlock opens the door but showed no signs of leaving. “Which one would you’ve picked, just so I know whether I could have beaten you?” You couldn't believe this man. Sherlock wasn't dumb enough to fall for this… was he?

Your answer was quickly answered as you heard the door close making you roll your eyes. Of fucking course he is. You watched Sherlock's expression change, completely ignoring your presence. Jeff chuckled behind you from he was still sitting and you’re blood picked up it’s rolling boil once more.

“Come on, play the game.”

“Sherlock…” Slowly, he walks back towards him. You grabbed his upper arm, ready to drag him out of the room yet when his eyes met yours, you quickly let go. The fire there was burning fiercely and knowing you couldn’t stop the flame in Sherlock’s eye at that moment, you watched his back as he approached the table; an addict looking for their next fix...

He gets the table and reaches out, sweeping up the bottle nearest to Jeff then walking past him. Jeff looks down at the other bottle with interest but his voice gives nothing away as he speaks.

“Oh. Interesting.” He picks up the other bottle as Sherlock looks down at the bottle in his own hand. Jeff opens his bottle and tips the capsule out into his hand and holds it up and looks at it closely while Sherlock examines his own.

“So what d’you think?” He asked as he looked to Sherlock. “Shall we?” At that moment you wonder where John was before Jeff spoke again. “Really, what do you think?” Standing up and facing Sherlock fully. “Can you beat me? Are you clever enough to bet your life?” As the silence filled the room you couldn't help but look past the both of them to the opposite building across the courtyard in a window of a seemingly identical classroom seeing John’s horror-filled eyes. You saw him yell but you couldn't hear.

Unaware of the discovery that you made Jeff continues, holding up his pill as looks at Sherlock.

“I bet you get bored, don't you? I know you do. A man like you…” You watch as Sherlock unscrews the lid of the bottle, “...so clever. But what's the point of being clever if you can't prove it.” You see as Jeff glances to you over his shoulder before returning his gaze to Sherlock. Wait a second…

Sherlock takes out the capsule and holds it between this thumb and finger, raising it to the light to examine it more closely. Everything about thing didn't feel right to you. This sponsor person is a psychotic fan of Sherlock. I'm just here on coincidence. This whole thing… is made up to bait Sherlock! As you made the assumption you hear the words.

“Still the addict.” You hear the words as you look to Sherlock who was practically in a trance. “But this… this is what you're really addicted to, innit? You'd do anything… anything at all,” You notice the tremble of excitement and anticipation in Sherlock's hand as the pill comes closer and closer to his lips. “To stop being bored.” Jeff matches Sherlock's slow movements with his own pill towards his mouth. Snap out of it Sherlock.

“You're not bored now, are you?” At this point the pills were inches from theirs mouths making your anxiety burst. This wasn’t about the four murders and it wasn't about the sponsor. It was about Sherlock’s weakness!

“Innit good?” You heard Jeff say as your deduction appears you shoot forward reaching for the pill. “Sherlock stop-” but before you could reach him, a gunshot rings out filling the silent classroom with a deafening thunderclap.

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